Saturday, July 11, 2015

A poem

Here's a poem I dreamed up. It's about dealing with stress.

When the world seems black,
and you feel down,
You gotta keep coming back,
Keep coming around.

It may seem long,
It may seem sad,
But you gotta be strong,
And brave (Just a tad).

Think about this,
Would they be like how your behaving now?
Just blow them a kiss,
and just plough.

Plough through the sadness,
Plough through the Pain,
Plough through the blackness,
I know you can 'cause you have a pure, er, brain.
-Meagan fowler

6 comments:

  1. Fabulous! You have a wonderful way with words. Your poem is sad, happy, funny, descriptive and motivating all at once. Love that you're writing all the time. Don't stop writing! Hope you're having a great break. :-)

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  2. "OMG" What a great poem megs by the way you are a great writer and this is one of my favorites of your poems and stories.
    Kind regards Molly

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  3. That is an amazing poem. It is very nice. :)

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  4. That is an amazing poem. It is very nice. :)

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